After the emperor died, these hands were never taken off from under Zhao Cong's neck, and everyone in the emperor's palace watched, always hanging their heads, and they didn't dare to come out.

After the emperor died, the slaves and eunuchs serving in the palace did not dare to come out, knowing that they were all going to be buried.

The eunuchs who served their daily life held the holy decree left by the emperor: after the emperor went up, except for the concubine Jing who was in the secluded court, there was no need to accompany the funeral, and all the rest were buried, including Zhao Congye's mother.

There is also the most important thing, that is, the emperor did not pursue the treason of the crown prince, but let the fourth prince Zhao Congye continue to act as the agent of the court, and five years later, the crown prince can succeed to the throne.

Before I knew it, three years had passed. In the past three years, the crown prince Zhao Conghua has never taken care of the affairs of the court, and the civil and military officials in the court are still the same as before, listening to Zhao Congye.

Zhao Cong is ruthless, if the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty did not follow him sincerely, they would have been cut down in the past three years. He still did not give up, for the sake of this acting government, and after five years, it became justified.

The crown prince Zhao Conghua has never come to this court to make trouble, and on weekdays, he doesn't care what Zhao Congye does, but Zhao Congye always wants to get rid of this prince. In the past three years, in the prince's palace, countless people have come to assassinate him, and it can be said that someone comes to assassinate him every once in a while. But after all, he is the top master of this Kuang Lan country, and the guards or Deadpool who came to assassinate him were all defeated by his men.

In the past three years, the prince has been dressed in white, and this long green silk is just held with a simple wooden hairpin. There were not many people in the palace who waited, just one maidservant and three eunuchs who were cleaning, and the rest were sent away by him.

He was not for the side, but only for his mother who was burned to death in the dormitory, and his own mother who was killed. This plain dress can be regarded as filial piety.

In the past three years, he has been copying his mother's favorite scriptures with peace of mind, and Xue Changfeng has also followed him to copy, not only for the dead in the palace, but also for tens of thousands of Cong Huajun.

As for this Zhao Congye, although he is acting as the government, after all, the prince is the greatest, he can only be regarded as the prince's courtier, and he still does not dare to blatantly embarrass the prince.

The two have rarely seen each other over the years, even if they meet occasionally in this palace, Zhao Conghua doesn't see it, and he goes on his own. What Zhao Congye hates the most is this tall appearance, every time he meets this Zhao Conghua, he wants to go back to the palace, get angry and scold the people in the palace.

"What's the difference between this concubine and the concubine, who is he looking at?"

At this time, Zhao Congye's concubine would always hold the doll and comfort him: "Don't worry, the four princes, this emperor is all from the concubine, what is this!" ”

But even so, Zhao Congye still felt very angry in his heart, and he couldn't swallow this breath, he thought that the prince had died in the Black Canyon eight years ago, but he returned to Beijing so blatantly because of his life, and he became the former prince again. This eight years of going around and around, as if everything he Zhao Congye planned had come to naught.

This matter of acting as a government official, he categorically would not think about returning it. Now, this Manchu Dynasty civil and military is all his Zhao Congye's people.

As for the situation of the Prime Minister's Mansion and the doll, Zhao Conghua really had no intention of seeing them when he was meditating for half a year. It wasn't until after the emperor died that he stood outside this dormitory, and the last snow in the spring fell that day. Zhao Siyun wore linen and filial piety, came to his side, took his hand, and shouted Daddy, and his heart softened.

Looking at this doll carefully, it is a little similar to himself, and the situation is over, brushing off the snow on him and the doll: "I cleaned up the body of the queen mother and buried it in the mountain behind the palace, after the emperor is buried, I will take you there!" ”

His narrow eyes looked at it, the snow was down, the situation was a plain dress, and the pearl earrings were embellished with a dignified and gentle face, eight years have passed, she is no longer the eldest lady of the previous situation, and now she is all a mother's tolerance and love.

"Containment!" His thin lips finally slowly spat out the words, and it was eight years later that he called her by her maiden name again.

Guan Yunyun couldn't hold back any longer, threw himself into Zhao Conghua's arms, and sobbed. Fortunately, there are not many people in the palace this time, she can do this, lie in her man's arms, and vent her emotions over the years.

Zhao Conghua felt sorry for her after all, raised her hand, a pair of wide hands, hugged her into her arms, and let her lean on her strong shoulders and cry like this.

Afterwards, it was natural that she became the crown princess of Kuang Languo. In this situation, the prime minister and his wife finally have smiling faces, and it can be regarded as all these years, and they have been able to see the moon and the moon.

Although Xue Changfeng is more than eighty years old, his body is still very tough, and he is a teacher of Zhao Siyun in this palace.

From time to time, he said to the prince, "That's it, the village woman in Lanhe Village doesn't belong to you after all, and the eldest lady of the family is your crown princess!" ”

mentioned Su Mi, the village woman of Lanhe Village, the prince's eyebrows twisted, and his thin lips responded to his father-in-law: "What did the father-in-law mention her to do, she is Zhao Congye's person, don't mention her in the future!" ”

This day is quite smooth, and it goes on day by day. The three-year period of filial piety has passed, and Zhao Congye has only less than two years left to act as the government of the court, he has to re-plan the affairs of the court, and eleven years ago, the Cong Huajun who died unjustly for no reason, he remembered them one by one, it was time to find this Zhao Congye to get it back.

After the emperor died, he took the doll and lived in the dormitory in the palace. This Zhao Conghua is still the same as before, considerate and careful about the situation, and he has nothing to say about this doll, and he is trying his best to make up for the guilt of not being by his side all these years.

In the year of Jin He, at the end of spring, seeing that Zhao Congye's acting government was only one year, at this time, he had no concubine in his mansion as an excuse, and he wanted to draft a draft to fill his dormitory.

This style is no less than the emperor's choice of concubines, after all, he is acting as the government, and now Kuang Languo, he alone has the final say, and the people in this pompous palace are all in accordance with the emperor's etiquette.

The girls sent by these counties and counties, in this capital, were first primary, then meeting, and finally the remaining girls were personally selected by Zhao Congye and his concubine.

Although his concubine's heart is not a taste, but over the years, she has been docile and accustomed to it, knowing that her man must have a reason to do this, so she didn't ask too much, just endured it secretly, and fulfilled her own man.

At the time of the primary election, there were hundreds of girls from various counties, and the carriages in the capital were crowded, and all families were competing with pomp. Everyone in the capital is used to it, as if this Zhao Congye is really the emperor of Kuang Languo.

The primary election is chosen by the head of the palace, and what is seen is the number of family backgrounds and the etiquette of each girl, and after this pass, it will be selected. When this will be chosen, Zhao Congye's side concubine will go to see from time to time, which is more about whether the girl's etiquette is comprehensive, whether she is smart, and whether she can assist Zhao Congye wholeheartedly in the future.

Fortunately, this late spring is the best time in the capital, the weather is the best, it has been sunny for half a month, and this flower is red and willow green, which is a good season to choose a concubine. These girls, all dressed in bright brocade cloth or satin clothes, showed their plump or thin figures, and for a while, the sons and daughters of various families in the capital began to commotion.

These young ladies who came to the capital, after losing the election, these sons in the capital, if anyone can take a fancy to them, they will stay in the capital. After all, this capital is the most prosperous place in Kuang Lan Kingdom, and it is better to stay here than to return to the county.

It has been two days since the final palace election, and there are still a few girls who have not been selected, and none of the girls Zhao Congye has seen in the first two days are satisfied. The side concubine sitting beside him saw that he looked tired, and her heart was happy, and she brought him a cup of tea: "Four princes, these girls are the most outstanding girls in our Kuang Lan Kingdom, if these four princes can't be selected, then the concubine of this mansion can only be temporarily empty!" ”

"If it's empty, it's empty, I, Zhao Congye, am not the one who casually finds a woman to be the concubine, no matter how bad it is, isn't there still you in the mansion!" When Zhao Cong saw these girls, either the makeup was too thick or too restrained, but he had never liked people who were too restrained.

After drinking half a cup of tea, leaning on this chair, her narrow eyes were slightly closed, and when the concubine saw this, the corners of her mouth rose, revealing a hint of a smile. If this continues, this concubine will be gone, and her concubine will be a concubine sooner or later.

"The rest of the girls, presumably the four princes won't like it, so it won't be in the way of the eyes of the four princes, help the four princes to rest, I'll take a look!" This concubine smiled but was gentle and decent, over the years, everything in the Congye Mansion was carefully taken care of by her, but there has never been a half-point difference in big and small things.

Although Zhao Congye is not as passionate about her as Mei'er in Chaochun Pavilion, she is pleased and accustomed to her by seeing everything she does.

In this spring, he reviewed the recitals every day, and now he had just had lunch, and he was also tired, so the accompanying eunuch helped him up: "Four princes, if you continue to stay up like this, your eyes will be broken, so let's go to the inner hall to rest first!" ”

Zhao Congye stood up and rubbed his eyes, "Let's go and rest if the side concubine gets it, these girls are not small after all, and this number of etiquette must be completed!" ”

"The fourth prince should go and rest in peace, the side concubine is doing things, aren't you still at ease?"

Zhao Cong stretched out his hand, landed on the shoulder of his concubine, and patted her gently: "If you're tired, go back to the house!" ”